I stared at her, my emerald eyes boring into her with all my hate. This girl, I once loved with all my heart, she was the one I could tell everything, the one I trusted more than my own mother.
Her perfect hip-length blonde hair shone in the light blaring threw the kitchen window, as her crystal blue eyes met my stare.
"Jazmine?" She laughed, taking a small, weary step towards me.
I just stood there and shook my head, still not believing my ears and eyes for the last year. How could I honestly believe such a faint rumor about my own sister? The own girl who once meant everything to me, the one I'd been brought up with, shared with, learned with, fought with, argued with? The one girl that I was constantly hating for not sharing or being unfair, then loving the next? Easily. Anyone would hate her if they knew, believed.
She was so perfect in every way, at least in her looks. The secrets and lies she carried were too big to forgive.
Sensing the violent look on my face, her eyes darted to the ground.
"Look, Jazmine, I don't know what I've done, but I'm sorry, please stop staring at me like that, I hate it, it freaks me out...!"
I couldn't help but think 'oh but you do...' as I turned and left the room.
I slowly headed for my, I mean our, room, my slippers gliding along the lino floor.
The cottage, we lived in with our mother and our younger sister Jaelyn, was small. Very small and remote, embedded right in the heart of the country, surrounded by nothing but field after field. We had been brought up climbing the tree's and fending for ourselves, especially in our profession.
You see, I'm 15 years old. I was old enough to start properly when I turned 14 and I did. Our whole lives, mother had brought me and herup training hard. Training to conquer, to win the deadliest fights of the worse.
You wouldn't think it when you looked at us, that we were born to survive, kill. I mean my soft face, tangled hazel shoulder length hair which was usually in braids, small figure and shadowing green eyes. Her blonde to perfection luscious smooth hair, glittering eyes, curvy figure, dazzling smile and blinding white teeth. She was always the better twin, the girl who I envied.
The girl staring back at me in our wall length mirror wasn't what I pictured myself to look like. I pictured my self weak and fragile after everything I'd just found out, but how I saw myself was a tall, strong, hunter, ready for just about anything.
I couldn't live here anymore, I couldn't look her in the eye everyday knowing her secrets. I didn't want to be in the same room as her, let alone sleep in the same room as her.
One of us had to go, I knew it certainly wouldn't be her. How would I get her out? Kill her and I'd be just as bad as her, besides ?I wouldn't kill anyone let alone my own sister. OK. I lied, I would kill something but not somebody. Somehow I don't think creatures that are related to vampires
class as people.
I knew I had to go, otherwise I would destroy my own mind completely staying her with that thing that is a disgrace to my family. But then again I didn't want to hurt those who I did really love, like mother and Jaelyn. Then again, how do I know Jaelyn will not turn out likeSheldon?
Most likely she would if she continued to live her, listening to her endless lies and nonsense.
It sickened me to think I had to leave them, but it had to be done, for the sake of myself. Never before had I ever put myself before my family, today I was. And hell, did it feel bad. It had to be done though.
I practically feel onto the floor, reached under my bed and pulled out my tattered, old suitcase. I looked it up and down for a minute then slid it back under the bed. Far too big and heavy to take with me I needed something small and flexible. I knew. I ran to our wardrobe and pulled out a small 'casper the friendly ghost' backpack and a Moroccan shoulder bag. Quickly I stuffed the backpack with a change of summer clothes and underwear. I would steal food from the kitchen when mum was finished. Oh that was a point, I hadn't eaten all day. I would have too go after lunch. Lunch was just cooking so I figured it wouldn't be long. Dressed in my jeans, baggy flower t-shirt and loyal summer wellies, I swung back and forth slowly on the little old swing outback, braids blowing in the wind.
It was a gorgeous summer day, the wind blowing freely, birds chirping happily. It wouldn't be dark until at least 8pm tonight, by then I would've been long gone. My boots scuffed the ground as I sighed a long, dazed sigh.
Suddenly, I bolted up right. Something was wrong, something was not right. I sensed something behind me, usually my senses were not liars.
Snapping my head around, I saw a tall well built man with a bald shiny head in the afternoon sun, dressed in tracksuits and dr martains. What? Why was he out here? This was our property, no body came out here, ever. Unless.....
I stood up, automatically reaching for my bow. Then I remembered, it was indoors.
"Hello," he said, his face emotionless and fearless. "No need to panic, dear , just came by to, umm, check your, umm, broadband."
I'm sorry but I couldn't help but laugh at his attempt to lie to me. Broadband?
"We don't get broadband out here..." I gritted my teeth, clenching my fists.
Now he was trapped there was nothing he could say, it wasn't worth lying anyway. What would lying do? Scare me off, but he didn't know I was prepared for this.
It was so quick, the way he just lurched at me, pined me to the floor and hissed into my ear.
"Sheldon, where is she?" His breath smelt disgusting, it made me shiver.
"I'm sorry, but where do you think?!" I harshly snapped back. I wasn't struggling, there was no point, I would not get him off of me.
"Inside? Get her, now. Or you die."
A small noise leaked out of my mouth, not quite sure weather it was a 'no', 'yes' or a 'maybe', but he took it was a 'yes' and rolled off of me onto a large pile of dirt. You could see it irritated him by the way he desperately tried to shake it off. He was a 'Barcatie', until then I wasn't completely sure because why would a barcatie ask me for my sister? He'd just kill me straight off then go in and get her himself!
Barcatie, pronounced bar-ka-tee, are a species of creature, just like a vampire to be completely honest, but different in big ways. Barcatie's can handle daylight, it doesn't affect them at all, but dirt does. It causes irritation of the skin. You can kill a Barcatie just like a human, except they are slightly stronger and take longer to die. Once a Barcatie's heart has stopped beating it will disappear into thin air almost imediatly. Their purpose is to kill -hunt - humans by simply draining them of blood. Barcatie's were created by us, humans, to kill our enemy's in the third world war. Now the war is over, there was too many Barcatie's left, and they are joined together. Not many people know about them and those who do are trained to kill them. They aren't millions of years old and however old one looks is probabley how old it is. They come in all gender's, ages, races and size. A bit like a toy, haha.
Before I even had a chance to get up the most unexpected thing happened.
A knife was thrown and the Barcatie fell to the floor in a pool of blood.
Oh ym god. He was not a Barcatie, Barcatie's don't have blood.....
